Heartfelt apologies (2)

After the talk about trying all the furniture, Vera had feared he would really do it on the table. Luckily, he had other plans. He carried her to the bed and leaned her carefully, always attentive.

He could be demanding one moment and gentle the next, and the prompt changes were driving her crazy. It was as if his mind was so full of ideas that he couldn't decide where to start.

«Hey,» she hummed, pulling his sleeve.

The shy gesture made him halt, and he sat down next to her. Just the perfect chance to sit on his lap.

«Are you sure you want no apology?» she whispered. She couldn't say it out loud, not yet. She didn't have the confidence to. But she was improving.

At that pace, she would be able to say naughty stuff all the time. What a waste she wouldn't need to in the future.

«It doesn't really matter,» he replied. He didn't want to make her do anything she was unwilling to, but her hands on his chest didn't feel unwilling.